My parents were VERY social and their only child is a bonified hermit, but when I'm in Texas, it's impossible to be a hermit. My parents built this house in '96 and we were already married so I never lived here, but the neighbors have become family through the years and they have been taking good care of me when I'm down. They have been spoiling me:
I drove through Fredrickburg on my way down and I picked up peaches for one of the neighbors:
The next day she brought me some delicious, warm peach cobbler:
I've cleaned out all the food in the house, but I feel I should take SOMETHING when invited to supper. My Summer Berry Pie is a good choice so I hit the grocery store at 6:30 in the morning and bought the ingredients. I had shared the recipe with my mom years ago and she made it each year for fundraiser bake sales.
I was on the phone with another one of my parents' dear friends on Sunday and she asked what I was doing. When I told her I was making the pie, she said that was her favorite pie. So I was back at the grocery store at 6 the next morning for more pie parts. LOL.
Tuesday was also a neighbors' 53rd anniversary so I bought a balloon when I was buying pie ingredients and tied it to their front door early in the morning with a card.
Another neighbor is fighting Leukemia and goes in for blood twice a week. Her 70th birthday is just around the corner. A friend of hers decided to ask 70 friends to donate blood and share pictures she would gather and present to this dear lady. Isn't that a wonderful idea?! I was happy to be included.
Then 2 different dinners out - all while trying to finish going through every single closet-drawer-cabinet in the house and make final decisions on what to keep.
I had another supper invitation the next night. They fed me the last time I was here and I took Summer Berry Pie too. LOL. Time to come up with another option, but I was limited since the estate sale people were beginning on Wednesday morning and all food needed to be out of the house. So I took the last bottle of wine and 2 of the Gray Wolf (my dad's name was Wolf) wine glasses friends always used when they visited my folks. I had 12 of those glasses and I gave each neighbor a pair.
I'm so grateful for these special friends who were such an important part of my parents' lives, but, whew! This social thing is exhausting for a hermit.
If I was home, I'd be making cookies for the estate sale folks, but they just had to settle for Krispy Kreme Donuts.
I sold my mom's 2010 Volvo to her housekeeper - a friend - for $11,000. It was in impeccable condition and I just put 50,000 miles on it the day before. So that was another item I was able to check off of my list.
DH drove down with our horse trailer on Wednesday and he pulled in as I came back from the title company and we loaded the things we were keeping:
I told DH if we strapped the rocking chair to the top, we'd look like the Beverly Hillbillies:
We drove back home on Thursday and it's SO good to be back home again, but boy howdy! Has it been HOT! I went out to gather eggs and I fully expected them to be hard-boiled. LOL
Then, on Saturday, we loaded up again and headed back to Texas...for a horse sale.
I am carving out some time on Sunday to write this post. I'm falling behind again - I've got more posts to write, but we are just plumb tuckered out, but so grateful for God's hand in every moment.